Chapter 18 Chapter 18 What do you want to do with my life? ...
These words were like hot iron entering water, instantly causing the icy water to surge and boil with hot steam.
However, those turbulent emotions were too shocking to express, so they turned into confusion and helplessness, and he stared quietly at the person in front of him.
Seeing that he was just staring at her blankly, Jiang Zhaoxue knew that Pei Zichen needed some time to digest it.
Although she didn't know what Shen Yuqing and Pei Zichen had said on the cliff - the virtual image Shen Yuqing showed her at the time only had pictures but no sound - but considering the previous situation and Pei Zichen's current state, she could probably guess.
Besides, even if there were no such thing as the Forsaken...
Jiang Zhaoxue recalled the scene on the cliff where everyone pointed their swords at Pei Zichen. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, saying seriously, "Don't be sad. This will all pass. And don't ever have any foolish thoughts of ending it all. You have to understand that I've put so much thought into saving your life. If you close your eyes, all my efforts will be in vain."
Pei Zichen listened, looked at the plaster on Jiang Zhaoxue's face, the broken nose, the red cheeks from the frost, and the messy clothes and hair, and a look of apology appeared in his eyes.
Whether in Penglai or Lingjian Fairy Pavilion, Jiang Zhaoxue lived a life of luxury and wealth, even though he was not liked by others. How could he have ever been in such an embarrassing situation?
"sorry."
Pei Zichen spoke hoarsely. Seeing him recover, Jiang Zhaoxue nodded and walked to the side. She took some wood and the stick she had shaved, tied her hands with cloth, and began to rub them. As she rubbed, she said, "Rest well first and feel your body. Tell me what's going on, and we'll discuss what to do next."
If he could take one more step, she would never carry him again!
Jiang Zhaoxue thought angrily. Pei Zichen didn't say anything after hearing that. He just sat there quietly, lowered his eyes to look at his fingers, and tried to move them.
My lower body has completely lost all feeling. I can still move my hands, but lifting heavy objects is impossible.
His sword weighed more than a hundred pounds, and now he couldn't even hold it.
But the sword was also broken.
Pei Zichen looked at his fingers, thinking with a sense of emptiness.
All his relatives and friends are dead, and he has no worries. What is there for him to live for?
Pei Zichen had this thought and raised his eyes, and saw Jiang Zhaoxue squatting on the ground, rubbing a wooden stick hard.
She had a determined look on her face, and her eyes were filled with fire from rubbing her hands. It was obvious that she was beginning to feel impatient and angry.
The whole person was squatting on the ground, curled up like a snow-white glutinous rice dumpling.
Pei Zichen looked at the person in front of him, his mind moved slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "Master's Wife..."
"What?" Jiang Zhaoxue raised her head and saw Pei Zichen's eyes fixed on the wood in her hand. She asked in confusion, "What are you doing? Is there anything I can do for you?"
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard his question, her eyes fell on his hands, and her eyes slowly brightened. Then she quickly took the sharp stick and wood she had carved, trotted over to Pei Zichen, and asked excitedly: "Can you still move?"
"It's not easy to walk, but my upper body is fine."
"Oh, it's hemiplegia." Jiang Zhaoxue understood. It must be that the power of the Tianji Lingyu was exhausted halfway.
Pei Zichen felt a little embarrassed by these words. He hesitated and said with some difficulty, "Master's Wife, you saved my life, which is enough. You don't need to be implicated by me anymore. Why don't you leave me here..."
"Can you make fire by rubbing two sticks together?"
Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him intently. Pei Zichen was stunned for a moment, then saw Jiang Zhaoxue handing him the tool and saying seriously, "You're definitely going to be able to do it. You're the most outstanding and promising disciple of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. There's nothing you don't know, right?"
Pei Zichen listened, looked at the wood in Jiang Zhaoxue's hand with doubt, then shifted his gaze to Jiang Zhaoxue's expectant face and asked tentatively: "Master's wife, do you want to use this thing to make fire by drilling wood?"
"That's right," Jiang Zhaoxue nodded and said seriously, "I've learned that by rubbing wood with your hands, you can convert mechanical energy into heat energy and make fire!"
"Okay..." Pei Zichen frowned, "This is wet wood."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned, and lowered his eyes to look at the wood in his hand. He suddenly realized that it was indeed not easy to ignite such hard wood with such a high water content.
"To make fire, you need to use dry, soft wood. In winter, you should use locust or sandalwood, depending on the weather. Also, prepare a fire starter. If you're not strong enough, you'll need to make a drill bow. Use the drill bow to strike the wood. When sparks appear, light the fire starter and the fire will start."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened blankly. Pei Zichen thought for a moment, looked at the cave, and said, "If Master's Wife wants to start a fire, you might as well pick some soft, dry wood. If you have any vines, bring some with you. I can..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zhaoxue had already run out.
Can't you hear this?
You are an expert!
An expert in wild life!
Great, she is saved!!
Before entering the cave, Jiang Zhaoxue had already figured everything out. Following Pei Zichen's instructions, she quickly searched for soft wood, sticks, dead leaves, vines... She gathered a large pile of stuff, trotted back, and threw it all in front of Pei Zichen, saying excitedly, "What else do you want?!"
Pei Zichen was speechless when he saw the pile of junk in front of him.
Jiang Zhaoxue really picks up all kinds of garbage, and collects a lot of them, whether they are useful or not.
Fortunately, he found everything he needed. He picked out the piece of wood he needed, borrowed a knife from Jiang Zhaoxue, and when he tried to cut the wood with the dagger, he felt a sharp pain.
Jiang Zhaoxue saw him pause and looked at him puzzledly: "What's wrong?"
As she spoke, she suddenly realized, "Oh, maybe your tendons haven't recovered yet, so it hurts to use the knife? How about I do it..."
"I can do it."
Pei Zichen decisively stopped Jiang Zhaoxue. Jiang Zhaoxue stopped and looked at the young man seriously and insisted, "Master's Wife, I can do it."
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at his expression, hesitated for a moment, and slowly withdrew her hand.
The young man lowered his eyes, held her dagger, and slowly and firmly shaved the wood.
After sharpening the cutting board for drilling wood, his hands seemed to tremble a little due to pain, but he insisted on taking another piece of wood and started making the drill bow.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him quietly without saying a word.
After nightfall, it started snowing again outside the cave.
Jiang Zhaoxue found a place to sit quietly beside Pei Zichen and watched him drill the bow.
The young man was very serious when doing things. His profile was not very clear in the dim night, but his handsomeness was still so radiant that people could not take their eyes off him.
Jiang Zhaoxue watched silently for nearly half an hour, and a bow was born in his hands.
Pei Zichen finally revealed a weak smile and turned to look at her: "Master's Wife, it's done."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen took the drill bow and taught her, "Look, put this drill bow into the drill hole and press it down a few times."
After a while, sparks lit up in the dark night. Jiang Zhaoxue quickly handed over the hay, and the fire started in the cave with a "bang".
The entire cave suddenly became bright. Pei Zichen looked back and saw Jiang Zhaoxue's face under the soft light.
The woman was constantly adding hay, trying to use it to ignite the wood. Seeing that the hay was not enough, Jiang Zhaoxue immediately said, "I'll go get some more hay!"
With that, she trotted out.
Pei Zichen stared at her back, then lowered his eyes to look at the dry wood in his hand that was faintly burning. The dry wood was flickering with sparks, appearing and disappearing.
Just like some emotion in my heart that I have never understood.
Jiang Zhaoxue brought back a large pile of dry pine needles and threw them on the ground. Only then did she realize that the fire had been lit.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but feel happy and looked back at him: "Wow, you are amazing!"
Pei Zichen looked at the smile of the person in front of him. It was a bit difficult, but he couldn't help it, and even felt that he should smile.
Jiang Zhaoxue came up to him and asked hurriedly, "Can you catch rabbits?"
"Hello……"
Anan couldn't bear to listen any longer and couldn't help but ask, "He's already paralyzed, and you're still asking him to catch rabbits. Isn't that a bit too much?"
"You can try."
Pei Zichen didn't think she was being too harsh, but rather said with some self-blame, "But I can't guarantee it's a rabbit."
"It's okay as long as I can eat it!"
Jiang Zhaoxue is not picky. Although she doesn't need to eat, she is greedy.
Pei Zichen smiled, raised his hand and pointed to the side, saying softly, "Then please, Master's Wife, help me get that vine."
Jiang Zhaoxue quickly handed it to him, and under his guidance, cooperated with him to set a trap.
After setting the trap, they waited together for two rabbits. Pei Zichen skillfully cleaned the rabbits in the snow, and then Jiang Zhaoxue helped him back and started roasting the rabbits with the branches he had just cut.
Jiang Zhaoxue hadn't eaten for a few days, so she was a little excited to see the meat. She sat aside, rubbing her hands together, her attention all on the meat.
Pei Zichen listened to the crackling sound of the charcoal and sensed Jiang Zhaoxue's anticipation. After thinking for a moment, he slowly asked, "Master's Wife, do you know where we are now?"
"have no idea."
Jiang Zhaoxue responded decisively. Pei Zichen looked up at her. Jiang Zhaoxue said casually, "When we jumped down, I opened the tracing mirror to prove your innocence, but the tracing mirror disrupts time and space. We are now entering a turbulent space-time. I don't know the exact time."
Pei Zichen was a little surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Did Master's Wife do this on purpose?"
"Well... not really."
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered for a moment and said slowly, "When you tried to snatch the Light Tracing Mirror, I knew you wanted to use it to replay memories to prove your innocence. To replay memories, the Light Tracing Mirror only needs your consciousness and blood. You were already prepared inside, but Shen Yuqing snatched it away at the last moment. I was ready to leave with you, and I felt unwilling to leave without seeking justice, so I took advantage of Shen Yuqing's unpreparedness and snatched the Light Tracing Mirror from behind him!"
Jiang Zhaoxue said this with a smug look on his face, but soon it faded away. "But when I injected my spiritual energy, I didn't think about entering the time turbulence... Who knows?"
“Is this controllable?”
Pei Zichen pondered and analyzed, "Anyone can use the Mirror to go back in time?"
If this is the case, looking back, it would be too simplistic.
Jiang Zhaoxue immediately denied it when she heard it: "Of course not."
Pei Zichen frowned, and Jiang Zhaoxue also began to think: "Actually, the Light Tracing Mirror and the Time Searching Mirror are one artifact, just divided into two parts, which must be used together to go back in time. The Time Searching Mirror belongs to Shen Yuqing, and the Light Tracing Mirror has never recognized its owner. So in all these years, I really haven't heard of it opening up time and space."
"Then how did Master's Wife know that we entered the time turbulence?"
Pei Zichen keenly sensed something was wrong. Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. She couldn't directly tell him that he was guessing based on the plot in the book, so she could only smile awkwardly and say, "I just saw some scenes on the road. They felt like things from the past."
"That may not be accurate."
Pei Zichen frowned, and Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to say anything more.
Not necessarily accurate?
Crossing the sea and seeing snow-capped mountains, the plot all fits in, how could it be more accurate?
Unable to utter any of these words, Jiang Zhaoxue could only lower her head silently and listen to Pei Zichen continue to ask: "What if we are in the turbulence of time and space, what does Master's wife plan to do?"
"What should we do?" Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in surprise and blurted out, "Find a way to go back."
Pei Zichen listened and nodded, not surprised.
Seeing him lost in thought, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly added, "But don't worry, I won't abandon you. You haven't always been like this. I've found out that there's Jade Ganoderma on this mountain, which could just help you recover your golden elixir. We'll go down the mountain when you're better."
"And then?" Pei Zichen continued to ask.
Jiang Zhaoxue was confused: "Then what?"
"After we return, Master will continue to try to kill me. Even if Master's Wife takes me back, it will only be another attempt to kill me. What difference will that make?"
Pei Zichen's tone was calm, hinting at persuasion.
Jiang Zhaoxue could tell he was trying to persuade her to give up on him, and she was curious: "What did Shen Yuqing tell you? Why did he kill you?"
"He said that the Book of Destiny says that I should die at the age of nine."
Pei Zichen seemed a little sad: "Everyone died because of me."
"If they don't kill people, will they die on their own?"
Jiang Zhaoxue rolled her eyes. Pei Zichen was stunned for a moment before hearing Jiang Zhaoxue say, "What do you mean he died because of you? I think it's more like he died because of him. He disbanded the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, so who would die?"
"Master's Wife..."
Pei Zichen couldn't help but laugh as he listened: "That's the Book of Destiny."
The absolute authority in Zhongzhou, the faith of all disciples of Lingjian Xian Pavilion.
Pei Zichen turned his head to look at the flames and muttered, "They're killing me because I'll bring about a great calamity from Heaven."
"Why not? It's because of killing you that you became a great calamity of heaven."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke in dissatisfaction, but Pei Zichen was a little confused.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and explained, "The Book of Destiny is a book of cause and effect written by Lord Hao Cang on his heart page before the rules of the human world were established. It aims to help the world form a cause and effect order. Therefore, all the contents of the Book of Destiny are subject to the rules of cause and effect. If you did evil in your previous life, you will not be rich and powerful in this life. Everything must be paid for. In the past, the Book of Destiny was only a legend. Until three thousand years ago, the soul of Lord Hao Cang, who guarded the Book of Destiny, disappeared. Before his death, he handed the Book of Destiny to Ancestor Gu Jun."
Pei Zichen listened and was a little confused as to why Jiang Zhaoxue said this.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew he didn't understand, so she continued, "Ancestor Gujun appeared with the Book of Destiny. The Heavenly Dao was about to collapse. To protect the world and save all living beings from danger, the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion was built to uphold the rules of destiny. From then on, the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion enshrined the Book of Destiny and received its favor. Every Pavilion Master could offer spiritual power to it and gain the opportunity to inquire about their destiny. However, each time was extremely costly."
And for Mu Jinyue, Shen Yuqing even went so far as to ask for the Book of Destiny.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but smile when she thought of that time, but it was over.
She suppressed her turbulent emotions and continued, "Through its guidance, the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion has grown increasingly powerful, and every time it provides early warnings when the cultivation world is in crisis, it can turn the tide. Time and again, in the actual battles to protect the True Immortal Realm, everyone has gradually accepted the existence of the Book of Destiny. Of course, there are also those who refuse to accept it, such as many ten-thousand-year-old sects. They don't trust this suddenly appearing Book of Destiny and refuse to follow its instructions. As a result—"
Jiang Zhaoxue tilted her head. "All these major sects were destroyed. So, the consensus was that the Book of Destiny wrote the destiny, and no one dared to discuss it or disobey it. Everyone was within its observation and calculation. The Forsaken were those it calculated would bring about a great calamity from the heavens. To protect everyone, everyone obeyed its orders and killed them. But the outcome of the Forsaken was calculated by it, which means that if there were any changes during the process that were enough to disrupt the outcome, the result would change. This is what we fortune tellers call - changing fate."
"So..." Pei Zichen looked at her quietly, "Is Master's Wife trying to change my fate?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that he had said too much.
She kept silent, hoping to get away with it.
However, the usually gentle man didn't give her the chance, staring at her and asking, "Why?"
"You saved me when I was nine years old, and now you save me again, Master's Wife. Why?"
He stared at her, as if seeking a result: "What do you want to do with my life?"
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